Meiman: I became Tony's younger brother

John naturally noticed his movement, nodded slightly to show respect, and then accelerated away from the bridge.

Lark was puzzled, and he saw happiness in John's eyes.

Unbeknownst to him, John had seen him when he first came out of the subway station.

Lark's powerful armor and exaggerated motorcycle made his heart palpitate. He didn't think a nine-millimeter bullet could penetrate it.

Fortunately, Lak was just passing by, and he was not in the same group as the gang who were chasing him.

Quite polite, the helmet pulled a smile on his face.

According to Murphy's Law, if there is a chance that something will go wrong, no matter how small the possibility, it will always happen.

John disappeared on the bridge, and the bikers slowed down just as they were about to overtake Rucker, falling behind him and growing in number, forming a queue.

Through the glass mask, the line of sight is focused on Lark's armor.

Behind the queue, a black bus with a ring on the front was approaching.

The person is not good!

"Jarvis, hack into their communications."

"Received, searching for the signal, the signal is locked, and the invasion begins... 5%... 30%... 80%... Didi, the invasion is successful. The target location is the Continental Hotel in New York."

Jarvis marked the target location, and at the same time, a sharp and eager female voice sounded from the helmet:

"Jero takes your people to set up roadblocks in front. This armored man must not be allowed to leave the bridge."

The motorcycle team was ordered to speed up and pass by Lak, and the motorcycles lined up at the end of the bridge to act as a roadblock.

The female voice changed the channel and gave the order:

"Zizi... The Judgment team is ready to attack, try to aim at the enemy's head and shoot to preserve the integrity of the armor."

"Roger that!"

The sound of a series of bullets being loaded.

The communication was hung up, and the helmet suddenly became quiet. Then there was a national curse.

"Fuck!"

Real people walk on the bridge, and the pot comes from the sky.

Luck squeezed the brakes, and the motorcycle swerved and stopped in the middle of the bridge.

The bus brakes synchronously.

The bright car lights from the front and back hit him, and the armor shone with a faint luster.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the surrounding vehicles immediately sped up and left without intending to call the police at all.

"Crack."

The car door opened, and the ruling team attached to the high table stepped out of the car. They were wearing soft armor, helmets, and assault rifles aimed straight ahead.

A group of fifteen people formed a tactical formation and approached Luck. At the same time, the motorcycle gang behind them also drew their pistols.

No one spoke the whole time, no communication, no warning.

Lark glanced at the motorcycle, raised his hands and moved towards the bridge.

New car.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Snapped!

Lark opened his hands and looked around, and a man's thick voice came out from the helmet - a voice changer.

"One more question before the fight, have you really made up your mind?"

What answered him was Huang Chengcheng's bullet.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

More than 30 guns fired simultaneously, the bright flames merged into one piece, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Roots seemed to take root under Lak's feet, and the bullets jingled on the armor, but it couldn't make him take half a step back.

The reason why the armor developed by Tony is said to be twenty years ahead of the world lies in its two biggest advantages, or black technology.

Energy and shock absorption.

The nuclear reactor and Ark Reactor make him faster, stronger, and more durable, and the shock-absorbing system allows him to protect his body from damage upon impact.

At this moment, hitting the body with an assault rifle is almost like scratching an itch.

As the gunfire faded, the Judgment team exchanged magazines. They cooperated tacitly throughout the process and showed high combat literacy.

The armor test was about the same, and Lak didn't plan to play with them anymore. If he solved it early, he would have to catch up with the next game.

Lark put his hands high and low in front of his chest: "Jarvis, let's play some music."

“…Allyouantamanofthestreet…”

Passionate rock music resounded through the bridge.

Lark held his hands empty, and a six-barreled Vulcan appeared in his hands, with a long bullet chain draped over his shoulders, extremely fierce.

Due to the angle of view, the motorcycle gang behind him did not see the Vulcan in his hand clearly, but continued to advance steadily and keep shooting.

The judgment team could no longer remain silent, and the orderly team began to commotion, with the sound of communication, cursing, and footsteps intertwined.

"F*ck...where did he get that from?"

"Run, our soft armor can't stop it."

"Retreat, retreat..."

Hit me Lark and want to run?

"Buzz buzz!"

The motor runs and the azure flame blooms.

The 7.62mm caliber bullet easily tore through their soft armor and brought up large chunks of flesh.

The five standing in the front are instantly killed.

The rest of the people ran towards both sides of the bridge, jumping into the sea became the only hope of escape.

No one is foolishly hiding behind a bus.

Under the powerful power of the battle armor, the recoil of Vulcan is not worth mentioning, and the bullets are pressed into a line by Lark.

Hit wherever you point.

People who had just run a few meters were cut off from the waist. Their upper bodies were broken and their legs were still running with inertia.

The motorcycle gang behind them was so frightened that their ghosts froze. They had been killers for so many years, and they had never seen such a scene.

The disadvantage of not having received formal military training appeared, and a group of people screamed and ran back, intending to pick up their motorcycles and run away.

Who do you look down upon with so many backs?

Rucker turned the gun, and even he didn't need to fine-tune it, and the motorcycle party followed the windy wheat and fell one by one.

The ammunition ran out, the gunfire stopped, and the bridge was stained with blood.

In the face of absolute firepower, all struggles are futile.

Putting away his gun, Rucker rode his motorcycle and went straight to the Continental Hotel in New York.

It didn't take long for the scavenger to arrive and clean up the scene.

……

Continental Hotel.

The short-haired girl was sitting in front of the computer, the light source from the screen shone on her face, she was pale and without a trace of blood, like snowflakes falling in winter.

He held his head high, red wine overflowed from his lips, wetted his clothes along his throat, and his chest was bright red.

The cold liquid woke her up, she put down the wine glass in a panic, and tremblingly took out a tissue to wipe the wine stains.

"Shet! Shet! Shet! Shet!"

There has always been a bounty for armor technical information within the organization. The reward is very attractive and will save her ten years of hard work.

Now that I have seen it, how can I let it go?

For this reason, she gave up chasing John and mobilized all her forces. Unexpectedly, the advanced level of the opponent's armor seriously exceeded her expectations.

So much so that she ignored the way Vulcan appeared.

That armored man must be looking for me when he returns to Manhattan. No, I have to find a way to save myself.

There was constant gunfire upstairs, and the short-haired girl immediately found a solution. She threw away the tissue, dialed the old-fashioned rotary phone, and calmed down the moment the connection was made:

"Ta, ta, ta, Winston, I suggest we negotiate."

"Negotiating was a good decision."

Winston's tone was very calm, and his goal was achieved. It was time for today's drama to end.

After hanging up the phone, the short-haired girl picked up her small bag and left.

In situ, the laptop camera flashed red.

……

Brooklyn.

Dozens of police cars are parked around the port, and a long cordon surrounds the area and no entry is allowed.

Further inside is a blockade line formed by men in black. The container has been opened, and several pumping equipment are erected by the sea, and the staff stand in the corridor and directly pour water down.

Not long after, three cars arrived one after another.

Natasha, rumlot and black braised eggs.